Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Index,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Audionom,
ABC,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.